The moment Gu Fei's group entered Dragon Emperor City, they had been stopped by someone.
"Brother Gu, it's been 300 years. You still look the same as before!" a middle-aged man with fluttering sleeves and black beard said above Dragon Emperor City.
"You're … Liu Yunhe?" At the sight of this middle-aged man, Gu Fei became stunned as he recognized him. He was Liu Yunhe, a disciple of Guangcheng Immortal Sect.
The current Liu Yunhe was no longer the greenhorn he was three hundred years ago, full of mettle and vigor. His aura was restrained, and his entire person was like a divine sword that had not been unsheathed.
Three hundred years had passed, and Liu Yunhe had become a middle-aged uncle. Unless one was young and had attained the Dao, very few people could be like Liu Yunhe, who did not age.
Furthermore, most cultivators were no longer young when they were successful in their cultivation. These cultivators usually maintained the appearance of when they were in their peak state.
"Demigod?" Liu Yunhe's cultivation base couldn't be concealed in front of Gu Fei at all. Therefore, Gu Fei immediately identified Liu Yunhe's current battle strength.
"I was told that Brother Gu had returned to Taixuan Immortal Sect. I didn't believe it. Now that I've seen you, it's true." Liu Yunhe said. After going through so many things, he had become very calm and steady.
At the sight of Gu Fei, Liu Yunhe didn't look amazed at all.
"Are we talking here?" Gu Fei said calmly after looking around. He had not imagined that he could meet an old acquaintance in Dragon Emperor City.
At this moment, many people in Dragon Emperor City had discovered them. Many people were pointing at them and whispering to each other.
Perhaps they had been used to it, the residents in Dragon Emperor City didn't panic at all when they saw someone standing in the air above Dragon Emperor City.
"Oh! Please follow me, Brother Gu and everyone else! "Liu Yunhe said as he gestured for them to follow him. Then, he began to lead the way.
"There's an immortal on the back of Dragon Emperor City, interesting!" Gu Fei muttered as if he was murmuring.
However, when Liu Yunhe heard this, his heart trembled. This Gu Fei could actually sense the existence of the immortals in the city. Could it be that … he had already cultivated the body of an immortal?
Liu Yunhe couldn't see through the cultivation of Gu Fei and the others, so he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
"Brother Gu, some friends have heard that you're coming, and they want to befriend you. Do you think …" Liu Yunhe hesitated, seemingly a little embarrassed.
When Gu Fei heard this, he couldn't help feeling displeased. Could it be that Liu Yunhe was trying to take him down a notch? In the Southern Wasteland, he had many opponents.
Back then, in Dragon Emperor City, Gu Fei had offended a lot of people among the younger generation of all the clans in South Wilderness.
Three hundred years have passed, and those guys are still thinking about me? Gu Fei thought.
He had already known the current situation. The forces of the Remote Antiquity had returned, and the forces across the cultivation circle had been reshuffled. In the Southern Domain, only the clans of South Wilderness could compete with Zhou Clan, a Primitive Clan.
"Azure Dragon …" When Gu Fei thought of this person, his pupils couldn't help but contract. Back then, this powerhouse of Azure Dragon Clan was a good opponent.
Pitifully, when Gu Fei wanted to enter the Virtual Sky World, he didn't have the chance to fight with this powerhouse of the younger generation of all the clans in South Wilderness. Three hundred years later, if this Azure Dragon didn't die, how powerful would he be?
In the waterside pavilion in the back garden of the Lord's Mansion in Dragon Emperor City, melodious music drifted out. Charming dancers were dancing gracefully. In the middle of the pavilion sat a dignified middle-aged man in a purple crown and a purple official robe, and a young man in a bright yellow dragon robe who was less than 30 years old.
The two of them were sitting on the seats of honor, while many people were sitting on their sides.
When the prince of Southern Yan arrived in Dragon Emperor City, Yang Yuandao, the Lord of South Wilderness, was welcoming Yan Wuliang. All the people present were outstanding figures of the clans of South Wilderness.
In the eyes of the dynasties of the Central Plains, South Wilderness was a barren land that Southern Yan Dynasty couldn't reach. The entire South Wilderness was like an independent kingdom.
On the surface, the territory of South Wilderness was the territory of Southern Yan Dynasty. However, everyone knew that Southern Yan Dynasty couldn't control South Wilderness.
The real masters of South Wilderness had always been the clans of Southern Wilderness for thousands of years.
Although Yan Wuliang, the prince of Southern Yan, was very dissatisfied with the Lord of South Wilderness, he still came to Dragon Emperor City. This was because the clans of South Wilderness and the Remote Antiquity families had been acting strangely recently, which made Southern Yan Dynasty, one of the three immortal dynasties of the Central Plains a bit restless.
South Wilderness was semi-independent, and the Lord of South Wilderness had always been disrespectful to the royal family. His title was hereditary, so the royal family was not allowed to intervene.
Yan Wuliang was very dissatisfied with Yang Yuandao because Yang Yuandao pretended to be deaf to his arrival and didn't welcome him at all.
Yan Wuliang was less than thirty years old, but he was already on the throne and had a chance to become the emperor of an immortal dynasty. How could he not be angry when he was treated like this?
However, he had been restraining himself for the past few days. He had already made contact with some of the major powers in the city. Today, rather than saying that the Southern Wasteland Sovereign Yang Yuandao was inviting Yan Wuliang to a banquet, it would be more accurate to say that Yan Wuliang was borrowing Yang Yuandao's place to make friends with the hundred races of the Southern Wasteland.
Even though these clans were powerful and influential, they were nominally the citizens of Great Yan Dynasty. Therefore, they would definitely send their young disciples to attend the banquet without being afraid of offending Yang Yuandao.
This was a small private gathering, but those who came were indeed the elites of the younger generation of some major clans.
"Why haven't the people of Guangcheng Immortal Sect arrived yet?" Yan Wuliang asked a white-clothed youth sitting beside him. This person was Zhou Haoyang, the successor of Zhou Clan who had been severely beaten up by Gu Fei's disciple, Gu Zhong, in the land of witchcraft.
This guy was only at the peak of Void Controlling Realm. Anyone here was stronger than him. However, he could sit beside Yan Wuliang, which made everyone feel a bit disdainful.
"Your Highness, don't worry. Liu Yunhe said he was going to invite some friends. They should be here soon," said Zhou Haoyang. Zhou Haoyang said. The Zhou family was a Clan of the Ancients. Although everyone looked at Zhou Haoyang with disdain, Zhou Haoyang had a big brother that everyone present feared.
"Humph! Could it be those immortals who had just entered Dragon Emperor City? What did Liu Yunhe need to do to invite such a person? "A middle-aged man with a hunched back, a thin face, and a sallow complexion said. He looked like he was malnourished.
He sat there with his back arched as if he was carrying a huge tortoise shell on his back.
"The person he invited is incredible. I heard that three hundred years ago, this person made all the outstanding figures of the younger generation of the Hundred Races of the Southern Wasteland lose their voices. I wonder if that's true." Zhou Haoyang looked lazily at the yellow-skinned middle-aged man with a pointy head and a narrow forehead.
"What …"
Upon hearing this, all the outstanding figures of the Southern Wasteland were visibly moved, especially a man dressed in green who was sitting beside the Southern Wasteland King, Yang Yuandao.
"That guy?"
"Isn't he missing?"
"Rumor has it that he's already dead!"
All the elites of the Southern Wilderness were shocked. That yellow-faced middle-aged man who looked like he was carrying a tortoise shell on his back was extremely excited as he abruptly sprung up.
"Gu Fei, you're still alive. Haha, that's great!" The yellow-faced middle-aged man was hunchbacked and skinny, but at this moment, he gave off a powerful aura, as if a primordial beast had awakened from its slumber.
The dancers in the waterside pavilion were so frightened that they immediately fell to the ground and trembled. This powerful aura made these mortals extremely frightened.
"Gui Teng, don't act recklessly!" the man in cyan said sternly.
"Boss Azure Dragon, I can't wait any longer!" The middle-aged man called Gui Teng directly vanished from the pavilion.
"Your highness, I, Azure Dragon, am very satisfied with your surprise!" The man in cyan also stood up before making his way out of the pavilion and taking off into the air.
"Hmph, hmph, Gu Fei, you're actually still bold enough to come to the southern wasteland. This time, I, Feng Xiwu, will trample you beneath my feet." A beautiful figure wrapped in flames also emerged from the pavilion, rushing into the sky.
Seeing the elites of the Southern Wilderness leave one after another, Yan Wuliang smiled. However, Yang Yuandao's expression became ugly.
These people did not give the Southern Wilderness any face at all. They left as they pleased, without any qualms at all.
"Your highness, your relationship with the Hundred Races of the Southern Wilderness doesn't seem to be very good either!" Yan Wuliang said. If the Hundred Races of the Southern Wilderness don't support you, you're nothing, Yan Wuliang thought.
"Hmph!" With a wave of his hand, the Southern Wilderness King left his seat and made his way out of the pavilion.
"Let's go take a look as well!" Yan Wuliang tipped his head back and drank the fine alcohol in his cup before standing up and making his way out of the pavilion.
Zhou Haoyang followed behind him in a hurry.
At this moment, Gu Fei's group was intercepted in the sky outside the city lord's estate again.
"Gui Teng, it's you?" Gu Fei saw the hunchbacked, middle-aged man and was astounded. He was the outstanding figure of the Black Tortoise clan who had fought him endlessly all those years ago and lost to him in the end, Gui Teng.
"This guy has the presence of the divine beast, the Black Tortoise!" Hei Tian could not help but shine brightly when he saw Gui Teng.
"Gu Fei, do you dare to fight me?!" Gui Teng was defeated by Gu Fei in the past. Three hundred years later, he had cultivated the Black Tortoise's true form. When he saw Gu Fei again, he couldn't wait to see who was stronger than Gu Fei.
"Let's fight!" Gu Fei said calmly.
"Whoosh!"
Gui Teng didn't say anything else. He directly punched forward. The violent force compressed the air, and a strong gust of wind appeared out of nowhere. The space in front of the fist was about to collapse under the pressure of this force.
"Whoosh!"
Gu Fei also threw out a punch. There was nothing fancy about it.
If they wanted to fight, then fight. Both of them were very direct and didn't talk too much. Since they had met a good opponent, it was better to fight directly than to waste words.
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